Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

A letter is a barrier, a reprieve, a charm against the world, an almost infallible method of acting at a distance.

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.